With a sickening squelch, the arrow was ripped out, sending black blood splattering onto the ground below.
The demon's breaths came in ragged gasps as it glowered at Rosey, the rage in its eyes unmistakable. "You stinky little human!" it roared, the anger in its voice vibrating through the air menacingly.
With a deafening bellow, the demon's eyes shot up to where Rosey stood, watching in horror.
Theresa hung limp in the Demons hand. Its grip was tight on her body as it glared at Rosey, daring her to make a move.
The demon's rage was palpable, its eyes glowing with a manic energy as it glowered at Rosey. "How dare you!" it roared, the anger in its voice rising to a fever pitch.
The standoff between the two opponents was tense, each waiting for the other's next move with bated breath.
"Shit!" Rosey cursed under her breath in frustration as she watched the arrow-like projectile from her gun fail to give the demon a significant blow.
